While I was in Dahab, in Egypt, I booked a Bedouin trip into the local mountains. There was a BBQ (BEST mountain food I'd ever eaten, hands down), and we climbed the peaks and watched the stars. And we rode in on Camels.
Now, let me tell you that every rumor that you have heard about camels being grumpy is true. They are like grumpy, horrible old men that smell bad and want to be somewhere else. Anywhere else.
They don't like being patted. They don't like carrying people. They don't like being told where to go, and definitely don't like being told that they have to stop eating that garbage to walk up a hill with me on it's back. Otherwise they were perfectly darling. Except that it was uncomfortable. Not like riding a horse at all. Their gait was strange, and watching them unfold as they stood up made them seem like Mother Nature's transformers.
Still, I did. Consider 118 Done!